The Dominant Rainbow Chapter 2: Crushing It By: Blobskin Contains: mlp, Rainbow Dash, micro human, slavery, dominatrix, hoof worship, hoof crush Version: 3 --- The Mistress gave her mane a flick and smirked down at him. The little human gulped even as his neck started to hurt from looking straight up. "Now that you have been reminded who the best pony is," Rainbow began smugly, "you have to prove your devotion." Second Game: Worship. "Of course Mistress," Logan replied dutifully and nodded. "But what can I do for someone so great?" She hummed in thought and her eyes rolled around for a moment. Her gaze eventually settled on the bed. She smiled. "First, I'd like somewhere comfortable to lay down. Follow me." Logan sighed as the Mistress turned to his right and began walking. In just two thundering steps she traveled at least a block. The man had to run again and, like last time, was quickly falling behind. She peeked back at him from the corner of her eye and chuckled. She did not slow down however. Though her tail wagged a bit, brushing the path ahead of him in a mocking tone. Almost like it was pretending to clear his way. Logan said nothing and acted no differently as he continued to run after her. It was best not to. Rainbow reached the bed and wasted no time spinning around and dropping her toned rear on the edge. She leaned back and supported herself with her front hooves. She had to shrug her shoulder to slip her wild multicolored mane behind her where it wouldn't be in the way. Her huge violet eyes then fixed on Logan. It was like a pair of lighthouse beams had suddenly aimed at him. The man struggled to brush off the tingle that went up his spine and kept making his way toward her. Or more accurately, making his way to her rear hooves resting on the floor below. The Mistress then crossed her legs. It was a very professional gesture, not something the pegasus usually did, but it made her seem more... dangerous. Like she was planning something. Logan knew however that there was no need to plan. They had done this before. The man was even confident he knew the exact words she would use in a second. Logan came within a stone's throw of her pillar-like legs. He huffed from the sprint, tired, but met the mare's gaze regardless. "I am here, my Mistress. What should I do?" Rainbow's head lazily fell to one shoulder. "I worked hard today. I need a devout worshiper to sooth my sore hooves," she whined and pouted. One of her huge hooves tapped the floor. Logan took a step back, briefly startled by the sudden motion of something so big. "O-of course, my Mistress. A-anything your heart desires should be yours." "That's right," Rainbow hummed. "Anything I want [i]should[/i] be mine." She rolled her neck and flexed her wings twice. Then she lifted her left hoof and let the "heel" thump against the floor while turning the bottom up. Logan was now looking at the underside of her foot. "Worship me," the huge mare ordered. The human was only wearing his black boxers. His fading tan highlighted a body of muscle meticulously built over a lifetime of hard work. With his broad shoulders to top it off, Logan was quite a man. And yet he was nothing against the wall of blue that was the mere hoof of his Mistress. If he had been standing on another man's shoulders he still might not have been able to reach the upper rim. When it came to the mare's demands there was simply no room for defiance. Logan stepped forward hesitantly until he was just an arm's length from her padding. This was the Mistress's foot alright. Bits of dirt and debris clung to her flesh in clumps and patches. There was a spicy stink of sweat and a barely visible gleam of moisture. Heat radiated outward to lightly caress the man's own bare skin. The human raised a palm, fingers flat, and slowly pressed it against the wall before him. It moved away an inch and he had to lean forward to stay in contact. It vibrated as a lengthy moan of pleasure rolled down to him from far away. Logan pressed his other hand against the wall. More happy hums. The man stayed there for a few seconds to prepare himself mentally. He couldn't afford to wait long of course. Then he got started. Logan began with a gentle scrubbing motion. A basic up and down. He put most of his weight into his palms and let his fingers glide freely over the blue skin. The Mistress murmured something unintelligible, but definitely positive. So he continued for a minute or two as he eased into the massage. The man gradually had to change tactics as he spread his stance and covered more and more area. His hands kept running into the filth that dared to tarnish the great mare's perfect body. Just as it was his duty to pleasure the Mistress, it was also his duty to clean her. With no towel or soap he began to brush away the dirt and grime. Logan's hands rubbed away the specks of soil that had embedded themselves in her hoof like tiny pebbles in a shoe tread. Sometimes he had to scratch to dislodge thin films of dry mud that refused to budge otherwise. The work and the natural warmth of his Mistress together began to make him sweat. A sticky sensation spread across his body as his hands were soon covered in the filth he so meticulously removed from the pony. He ignored this however. Eventually Logan's motions evolved into circular rotations. Like polishing a mirror the bottom of Rainbow's foot was rendered pristine wherever the man could reach. "I can clean no more from this angle, my Mistress," Logan reported. "That's good to hear, but you're going to have to do more," the Mistress purred. Logan wiped his forehead. "Then I shall clean your other hoof then." "No," the Mistress stopped him with a huff. "I asked you to [i]worship[/i] me," she explained while rolling her eyes. "I can take a bath later." Logan felt his skin pale a shade. He had screwed up. Gotten too comfortable believing he knew where the night was going. The Mistress had asked for worship, not to be cleaned. Mistakes were always punished, even if he still gave her something she wanted. The only question was how and when. This time the punishment would at least come after the man had completed the task she really asked for. If he was lucky she might just forget by then. Begging for forgiveness was pointless and would only serve to annoy her and convince the Mistress to make the punishment more painful. Therefor the best course of action was to simply do what she commanded and do it quickly. Logan faced the underside of the mare's foot again. He swallowed. Then the human embraced it. He turned his head aside and pushed his whole body against her flesh. The damp surface barely stuck to him as he spread his arms and rubbed his cheek against her. Heat poured into him. The smell was musky and thick. Not terrible, probably only thanks to familiarity, but it wasn't entirely enjoyable either. Logan stayed like that for a short while. Then the man put his full weight into it. He flexed his toes and sank deep into her plush skin. The human puckered his lips and kissed the wall of flesh in front of him. "More," the pegasus ordered immediately. "Love your Mistress." Logan closed his eyes and cringed. There was only one more thing he could do. The human hesitantly opened his mouth. And dragged his tongue across the smooth surface in front of him. "Yes," the Mistress purred. How she could so precisely identify his different actions he wasn't sure, but it always came across as supernatural. "More, [i]more[/i]," she encouraged. Logan pushed his chest and head away, but otherwise his belly and arms were still firmly planted against the blue wall. Again he opened his mouth. He started low and lapped upward in one big lick. The blast of bitter salt hit him like a truck. The man's whole face scrunched. The Mistress laughed and demanded yet even more. Logan took a moment to shake his head and flail his abused tongue in the open air, but he dared not keep the Mistress waiting for long. He stared ahead at the sweat soaked foot in front of him. He squinted with reluctance. Then he licked again in a single large drawn-out motion. The taste struck hard once more. Yet he had a job to do. So he mustered his self-control and clamped down on his resistance. He licked her repeatedly, not allowing himself to think about the flavor crashing into his brain. Over and over he ran his tongue along the bottom of her hoof. He filled his mouth with her essence. And she crooned at his attention. Squirmed with delight. "That's right," the Mistress panted. "Love my hoof." That was enough of a signal for him. Logan turned his head away and pressed his cheek back against her pad. His mouth hung open and his tongue dangled limply as if that would ease the horror of the taste. "I love you," he said with as much enthusiasm as he could muster. "I know," Rainbow said with a grin in her voice. "But you didn't worship me right away. Maybe my show earlier wasn't quite enough to remind you who is in charge." Logan's eyes bulged. Here it came. He withdrew from the hoof. "W-what are you going to do, my Mistress?" he asked with a fearful tremble. Rainbow tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Let's see," she said mostly to herself. "Nothing major. Just a better demonstration of my awesomeness," she declared with a waggle of her brows. "Lay down," the huge mare ordered. Logan sighed and his shoulders sagged. He had an idea what was about to happen. Yup, this was going to hurt. The man sat then fell back on the matted floor and spread his arms wide. Next Logan stared up at the ceiling so high above and waited. How rough was she going to be? That was the only question. "Good boy," she mocked. Logan heard the Mistress uncross her legs and a second later his view of the sky was replaced with the very hoof he had just worked so hard to worship. It hovered over him ominously, blocking all light except for a ringed glow around the edge. It was like an eclipse hanging there. He tensed nervously and his breathing quickened. That foot could easily crush a car or carve a sizeable chunk off a building and it was just... there. In position patiently waiting for the right moment to pounce. When he least expected it. Then it dropped. The Mistress let her foot fall on the little human who completely disappeared from view beneath it. The fleshy circle squeezed the man and threatened to pop his fragile body like a grape. Logan could feel muscles flexing and moving beneath the skin as it morphed around his form. There was no denying that it was painful as that incredible weight bore down on him, but he was confident he could endure it. Then the hoof rotated and the pain increased. Friction created heat across his entire body as human skin ground against pony skin. And Logan was losing that battle. The bottom of the Mistress's hooves were thick and calloused from a lifetime of walking. Not rough, thankfully, but just sliding over him forcibly turned his head. "And one more," the mare's raspy voice growled playfully outside his dark prison. The hoof twisted the opposite way, grinding him in the reverse direction. The man felt himself even begin to shift with it. Despite the huge mass pinning him down, the mat below slipped under his back. Logan grunted and struggled to catch his breath. Then the pressure increased and the flesh that threatened to crush him poured around him into every available space. The Mistress was unleashing more of her weight. Then he was free. The huge hoof lifted and drifted out of view, though he noted the sound of it landing with a clap somewhere nearby. Logan took the opportunity to gasp for air. He rubbed the sweat from his forehead. He sighed with relief. [i]That wasn't too bad[/i], he thought. The head of his Mistress creeped into the airspace above him with a raised brow. "You don't look broken," she mumbled. Then she added with a wicked grin, "gonna have to give you another round then." Logan almost tried to protest. He almost tried to beg. Luckily, he stopped himself at the last moment as the blue muzzle of his Mistress floated back out of sight. The hoof reappeared and he grit his teeth and cringed in preparation. It was all he could do as it descended on him again. That incredible pressure returned and shoved his head and arms flat against the matted floor. Squishy flesh flowed around him, encasing him. He couldn't move and he couldn't breathe. Then the weight lessened. For a moment the hoof lifted off of him, though it didn't completely free him. Logan and the hoof were still touching, but none of its mass was on him. He took a gulp of air. Then it crashed down again, forcing the wind from his lungs. The pressure hit all at once. Then it released him once more. Instinctively he filled his chest with valuable oxygen. The blue wall fell on him yet again making him grunt in pain. The Mistress was bouncing her hoof on top of him. Slow and steady. A predictable rhythm that gave him just enough time between each bounce to get a chance at air. This pattern lasted for at least two minutes. Two whole agonizing minutes of the giant pegasus controlling when he got to take a breath. The Mistress laughed. "This is a fun game, but my legs are already sore and this isn't helping. Let's try this." The hoof paused while not crushing Logan, something he would be extra thankful for in a second. The blue flesh above him began to slide downward. The squishy surface scraped across his entire body and he even noticed the glow of freedom drawing near above his head. Then the hoof atop him stopped and moved the other way. It rubbed up his body generating an uncomfortable friction that lasted until Logan was sure his feet were about to escape from under the Mistress's hoof. Then it reversed course again and the pressure from above grew. Logan now experienced three kinds of pain. The ache from the prior crushing, the squeeze from the current crushing, and the heat from the hoof's forceful massage. Back and forth the Mistress rubbed the little human into the floor. Slow and almost tenderly. Like she was really doing something nice and not passively sanding away his body. Each pass teased Logan with freedom. The outside light was just out of reach every time. Then the hoof would change direction and yank hope back into the distance. That oppressive weight taunted him with destruction every second as it smothered him and dragged thick pony flesh across his body. Over and over. It seemed endless. Logan was so close to begging. It was too much! He was free. The pressure, the heat, the darkness. It was all gone. He was just lying on the floor now, breathing hard and blinking in confusion. Like a moment in time had been lost. "And that," the Mistress began by clicking her tongue, "should ensure you [i]remember[/i] this lesson." It hurt. Logan could finally fill his lungs with precious precious air which he did greedily. His eyes were unfocused and a hand rubbed his aching chest where the tingling remained. A purple eye drifted into view over him. "What do we say now?" she quizzed darkly with a perked brow. Logan gulped. "I-I'm sorry M-mistress. Your l-lesson has been l-learned. I w-will do [i]exactly[/i] what you say... f-from now on." Rainbow snorted with amusement. "Good. Otherwise we might have to repeat this lesson." --- --- --- [i]Author's Note:[/i] [i]The first chapter didn't really show the "dominatrix" aspect I wanted. So I made sure to start pushing it for this part. Such as the forced work and controlled breathing.[/i]